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test drive meme

Test Drive Meme

The Pan Pacific Defense Corps was usually offered any of a variety of local buildings to set up their testing centers. For reasons of access and availability, most testing clinics were set up in central areas for any given community. Those of the PPDC staff on hand vary in their personal intensity. Some of the men and women wearing Strike Group insignia seemed overly serious, to the point of frowning with intensity at some of the youngest checking in for this testing round. Those from the K-Science division are tight with nervous energy as they direct prospective cadets through various activities. Everything was meant to measure potential, looking for that spark that meant they had somebody who was Drift Compatible.

The majority of people were turned away after the first series of seemingly random tests, officials looking in eyes, placing odd looking contraptions over heads, asking for people to play a series of short games, one even in a virtual reality set-up.
 
( SCENARIO ONE )

If you are still here now, you've made it past the first cut. You'll be sat down in a room with the rest who have made it this far, then systematically led into smaller interview rooms as pairs. If you came with a partner, they're your first interview candidate. If you came on your own, all your interviews are random assignment.

All who have been asked to stay are required to sit through and conduct a series of short peer to peer interviews. The questions are straightforward.
  1. What is your least favorite color?
  2. Which tool in a standard toolbox is most useful to you?
  3. What time of day do you accomplish the most?
  4. Do you have children?
  5. What do you believe the Drift is like?
Peer to peer interviews last for half an hour to an hour, and each person is asked to participate in at least three peer-to-peer interviews. There is no punishment for going off script. There is a one-way mirror looking into each interview area, and one door leading into the room with a small panel of glass located on the door. There is a clock on the wall in each room. The time they report is odd, when examined. These are not digital clocks, but timers, counting up time since the last Kaiju attack.
 
( SCENARIO TWO )

Congratulations! You have been judged Drift Compatible, and sent home to pack after giving a definite yes to the Pan Pacific Defense Corps. The next thing you face down is the flight into Santiago, Chile, and the subsequent drive in to Valparaíso's Shatterdome.

You and the rest of the crowd of soon to be PPDC Ranger Cadets have been gathered together to wait for the old bus scheduled to take you to the Shatterdome. While waiting in the open air, those from any Northern Hemisphere countries may find the summer weather strange. Today's high is going to be in the upper 80's, and there's not a cloud to be seen that's not clinging to the distant mountains.

Welcome to Chile. When the bus arrives, it's another hour ride out toward the coastline to get to the Shatterdome. Even better? The bus Air Conditioner is broken.

Safe travels, Cadets!
 
Please set up your own scenarios as you like. The above two scenarios are suggestions. Anything goes!
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Franziska von Karma | Ace Attorney | scenario one

[personal profile] perfectionisms 2014-01-28 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Orange," is her answer to what is her least favorite color, wrinkling her nose as if the color personally offended her. "It clashes with everything," she says, providing an extra explanation just in case. And it does. With her pale skin, tailored clothes and blue-dyed hair (gray enough to look vaguely natural, but blue enough to seem rebellious), she definitely does not seem like a great appreciator of the color orange. She sits up with proper posture, with her hands in her lap - one hand per lap, mind you - she's not some common boor.

"What's your least favorite color?" she asks in return, if her fellow candidate has nothing else to say about her answer. She asks it as if there is a right and wrong reply for that question, and that there will be repercussions for getting it wrong.

[ I am also open to bracket tagging! ]
Edited 2014-01-28 03:41 (UTC)
paperbacks: (sexy slob)

[personal profile] paperbacks 2014-01-28 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Is that so...?" Blinking slowly behind the thick lenses of his glasses, Tenpou looks down at his orange shirt. To be fair, it could use a good ironing, and there's a prominent, coffee-colored blotch down the front that's not quite hidden by his lab coat, but he doesn't think it's that bad. "But orange hides curry stains well, so I can wear the same shirt for at least three or four days straight. Dry cleaning is expensive." He chews thoughtfully on the cap of a ballpoint pen, wishing it was a cigarette. "I don't dislike any particular color, though."

Hm. Next question, then. "Which tool in a standard toolbox is most useful to you...?" he reads off the printed cue sheet with the pen still dangling from his mouth. "Well, that depends, doesn't it? Would you consider a PCR thermal cycler to be part of a standard toolbox? If not, it should be."

Tenpou glances towards the glass wall with a pained expression. He's not actually sure why he agreed to participate in these trainee interviews - he suspects that the psych analysts are having a laugh at his expense. That, or they want to calibrate their instruments to new low levels of Drift suitability. As a longtime member of the PPDC K-science research division, Tenpou has already been through a battery of psychological tests, all of which he's failed miserably. The PPDC likes their mad scientists to be suitably mad.
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[personal profile] perfectionisms 2014-01-29 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's disgusting." It's an all-encompassing statement of Franziska's opinion on her interview partner, from the cop out answer, to the very stench of his presence. In her mind, his name is already Sloppy McSlob.

PCR thermal cycler? She's not familiar with that device. She's not familiar with most tools in general. Does that even fit in a toolbox? She glances towards the direction of what seems to distract him, trying to look for a way out of that question. There's a glass there. She knows from being on the opposite side before, observing her brother work.

She's stalled long enough. "A screwdriver." And she asks the next question immediately to avoid having her choice questioned. "What time of day do you accomplish the most?" If he does accomplish anything at all.
paperbacks: (teasing / smirk)

[personal profile] paperbacks 2014-01-30 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
"A screwdriver?" Tenpou leans back in his chair until it's balanced on two legs, then adjusts his grease-smudged glasses to get a better look at her. What did she said her name was? Francine? Frenchie? Something like that, anyway. "I see. A screwdriver accomplishes the same purpose as a hammer, but with more finesse and somewhat less brute force." He waves his hand vaguely in the direction of the mirrored wall, and adds: "You know, Francine, you get more points if you expand on the answers a bit. I've been on the other side of that glass more than once... I've already failed Ranger screening three times, actually!" Tenpou says it with a hint of pride.

"So let's see..." he begins, returning to he original point of the conversation. "What time of day do you accomplish the most? Hmm... any time of day. I don't need sleep as long as there's coffee." This, of course, is ridiculous - even if Tenpou doesn't sleep in his bed (which is covered in Chinese takeout containers in various stages of decomposition and fossilization), he still tends to pass out at random in his lab or in the cafeteria. But those little catnaps don't count. "How about you? You strike me as a morning person."
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[personal profile] perfectionisms 2014-02-02 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
"My name is Franziska von Karma." And she didn't want to be called out on her lack of mechanical knowledge but she agrees with that assessment. Plus the fact that you can hammer a nail in with the butt of screwdriver but can't screw in a screw using a hammer. She would share that information with him but she's certain that he's a complete (and self-admitted) failure who doesn't deserve the extra smalltalk. He can't even remember her name!

"And you're wrong, Chienpo Kensui," she crosses her arms on her chest, casting one derisive glance at the coffee stains on his shirt. "I'm more productive at night. There isn't enough hours in the day to accomplish what must be done." Because when you're the only person of average intellect in a family of geniuses, a lot has to be done in order to barely catch up. Her bed is a pristine not only because she's stuck in her personal method of discipline but also because she rarely sleeps in it.
paperbacks: (curled up with a book)

[personal profile] paperbacks 2014-02-04 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Tenpou blinked, mildly surprised, and for a moment there was a flicker of interest in his bleary, unfocused eyes. "...Indeed, Miss von Karma. There are never enough hours in the day to accomplish what must be done." How true that was, when they were fighting a war against an enemy that was not only unknown but unknowable.

This girl might prove interesting. He'd keep an eye on her.

But for now, he only smiled one of his vague, empty-headed smiles and tilted his head. "Chienpo?" he echoed without bothering to correct her. "You should call me Chien-chan, then. It's cuter."
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bracket me

[personal profile] headtilts 2014-01-28 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
No, it doesn't. It's only that everything you own does. [ she straightens a pleat on her skirt, a deliberate gesture, careless as if her attention really is fixed on ensuring her skirt falls in perfect lines and not in franziska's reaction to being contradicted ]
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*shakes head at*

[personal profile] perfectionisms 2014-01-29 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Does it, now? [ She raises a perfectly-shaped eyebrow at the girl, because clearly she has no taste. And, come to think of it, the clash suits her just fine. But not orange. Definitely not orange. ]

Now, what is your least favorite color?
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only dogs can judge me!!!!

[personal profile] headtilts 2014-01-30 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't have one. [ she responds so quickly that it's almost as if she's just trying to be contrary again but nope she actually means it ] It's not something I've ever really thought about. I have things that I like and things that I don't like. What I don't like, I put out of my mind entirely. I hit delete, I wipe them out [ them?! ] and I don't really bother to rank them. Isn't the state of "being disliked" enough? [ she lapses into a meditative pause ] That's not to say that I don't have any ranking of distasteful things at all. Being that hateful towards a color seems so trivial though. [ okay now that is definitely just her being contrary ]
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[personal profile] perfectionisms 2014-02-02 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
If you've never really thought about it, then think about it now. [ Because she tried to make sense of what the girl was talking about and decides that it's all excuses and poppycock. ] I don't have all day to listen to you contemplate your navel.

[personal profile] sparklyrichbastard 2014-01-29 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Orange," Tamaki replies, leaning forward in his seat. His posture would seem to convey that he thinks this is a date rather than an interview. He, too, wears tailored clothes, and while his hair is not dyed, it is tousled in a way that conveys devil-may-care rougish handsomeness, as designed by an exorbitantly expensive salon. "After all, it has the audacity to try and clash with you."
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[personal profile] perfectionisms 2014-01-29 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
At first she smiles at his answer. Finally someone (with good breeding and taste, she might add) agrees with her. And then she frowns. He just copied her answer. That is unacceptable.

"Is that your final answer?"

[personal profile] sparklyrichbastard 2014-01-30 10:26 am (UTC)(link)
"I can't think of any other reason why I should dislike a color," he says, rather flippantly. "Personally speaking, they've all done me quite well."
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[personal profile] perfectionisms 2014-02-02 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Is `because it's a question that has to be answered` not reason enough?" She massages her forehead with her gloved hand. God, she's surrounded by fools who can't even answer a simple question.

[personal profile] sparklyrichbastard 2014-02-03 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
He tilts his head to the thought. "There's a sort of yellowish, brownish green that I think would be inordinately difficult to accessorize. So I suppose I could say that I'm not particularly fond of the color yellowish-brownish-green."
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[personal profile] ganbareist 2014-02-02 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
"...Red," Guy answers after a moment of owlish surprise. He smiles a bit at the steadfast, resolute certainty of her answer. Who bothered giving any thought to their least favorite color? But this woman answered with total certainty. Though his posture looks relaxed, he's quite focused on her, eyes trained on her as if he's suspicious... or nervous.

"I thought orange went well with blue. Opposites, right?" he follows up with. His voice is easygoing enough, at least.
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[personal profile] perfectionisms 2014-02-02 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Opposites. Right." She repeats with a taunt smile. "Isn't that precisely why they clash?" She never takes her eyes off him. If ever he squirms from being in her presence (which is a common reaction, to be honest) she wants to be able to witness it. It's one of the small pleasures in her otherwise stressful life.

Finger on her cheek, she leans a bit towards him. "Do you have children?"
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[personal profile] ganbareist 2014-02-02 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Guy leans, coincidentally, back and away in his chair. He lounges a little, like he was just getting himself comfortable - not keeping a certain distance. What a presence, he thinks. She certainly wasn't someone who liked being trifled with. That suited Guy just fine - he'd spent enough of his life placating those kinds of people.

"No, no kids. I'm a little young for that," is his easy-going answer. "And with my priorities it wouldn't be a good idea. Do you?"